"Kiss the mud, Kitty."

“Drone, dunk Kitty in the mud.”

“Eww! No!” You’re hanging out by the shores of Pynchplum Lake, among the campus gardens. There’s a conveniently large muddy, swampy area beside the jogging path where heavy rains cause the lake to overflow its banks. Usually, students give it a wide berth. “I’ll beat you up! I’ll kick your ass! I’ll steal your wallet… wait, no, Meg, don’t! Make it stop! Ahhh!”

The obliging drone slowly lowers hogtied Kitty into the mud, which squishes against her breasts. Meg puts a foot on her best friend’s head and forces her face down into the slime, rolling it around. “Kiss the mud, Kitty.”

“Mmffff!”

“Okay, now dunk her in the lake.”

It’s been a long morning for Kitty. You’ve taken her on a tour of the whole campus, in her humiliating nude suspended hogtie, exposing her to as many total strangers as you could find. Meg laughs with delight as she emerges, sputtering, from the cold lake, water streaming from her body, mostly washed clean of mud. “Bring her back here.”

“You can’t do this to me! Grrr!”

“Clamps, please.”

“My pleasure.”

Meg beckons the drone back towards her. With a gloating smile she reapplies the small, weighted clover clamps to Kitty’s nipples and labia, and lets them go. Kitty yelps as gravity takes hold of the small metal balls, and the clamps pinch tight.

“Bounce her up and down, please.”

“Owww! Ow ow ow!”

“Cool. Okay, take her over to those boys playing frisbee. Hold her just above their heads so they can’t grab her, and bounce her up and down some more. I have another small matter to attend to.”

“What is… oh.” Coming down the jogging track towards you and Meg is Jo, plus the three girls from the basketball team whose names you don’t remember. A blonde, a Latina and a redhead. They’re chatting to each other as they jog, breasts jiggling in their sports bras, legs pumping in their lycra running shorts.

“Hi, Jo?”

“What? Oh, it’s you.” Jo looks at Meg with disdain, like she’s got no idea why someone so unimportant would even dare to speak to her. “What do you want? I’m kind of busy.”

“Enjoying your run, Jo?”

“I was. Until just now. You want to get out of my way? You’re blocking the path.”

“Oh, of course, Jo. I do apologise for inconveniencing you. Hey, you know you have to do whatever I say, right?”

“In your dreams,” scoffs Jo, trying to shoulder her way past Meg. Meg takes a step back and says “Kiss the mud, please.”

“What?” Jo’s already marching towards the mud pit as she says “What the hell are you talking about? There’s no way I’m going to ahh, wait, no, eww, mmmffff!” She kneels down and obediently rubs her face into the mud, allowing Meg to place a foot on the back of her head and **** her in deeper. The other three basketball girls are right beside her, also kneeling.

“Okay, stand up,” says Meg, once she’s judged she’s allowed the girls sufficient mud time. “Clothes in the lake.”

“What? You can’t make me do that!” shrieks an outraged Jo, stripping off her sports bra as she talks. One by one the bras, lycra shorts and thongs fly into the lake, leaving the squirming sportswomen naked except for running shoes in the middle of the path. Meg walks around the girls in a circle, enjoying the trembling, liking what she sees. She smacks Jo’s bare brown bottom as hard as she can, and has the pleasure of listening to the girl squeal.

“Sitri,” she says, evenly, holding out her hand. “Clamps.”

“Oww,” whimpers Jo, and the other three basketball girls, as more clover clamps are applied to their nipples and labia. Each pair of breasts is subtly different, some brown and heavy, some pink and perky, but all equally lovely. Each pussy has its own personality, its sweet velvety lips concealed between black, blonde and ginger bushes. The nude joggers squirm and fidget as they’re mercilessly clamped. Meg stands back with her hands on her lips and laughs out loud, loving the image she’s created.

“Okay,” she says. “You know the statue of Arabella Pynchplum down in Waxford Main Square?”

“...yes.”

“Jog there and back.”

“But… but…” Jo isn’t even allowed to cover up her toned tanned athlete’s body. Her tan lines are clearly visible, triangles of relative pale outlining her titties and the area around her pussy. “That’ll take at least three hours!”

“The route down the main road’s only an hour and a half.”

“But… we can’t go down the main road!”

“Why not?”

“You know why not! We’re… we’re like this!”

“Do you mean naked, Jo? If you mean naked, just say naked.”

“Aaargh! Yes, we’re naked! Why are you like this?”

“Everyone’s like this secretly, aren’t they? I always assumed so. You’d better take the main road, anyway, or you won’t be back in time for your afternoon classes.”

“Um… we’re allowed to get dressed for our afternoon classes, right?”

“Guess again.”